Read our current issue, below. Read Light‘s poems of the week
by Estes Smith
I fled the flooding wrath of Irma
For higher, drier terra firma.
I wish I could as well outrun
The image of The Orange One.
But even TV screens in Burma
Project his tinted do and derma.
I’d rather see, at point of gun,
The chubby cheeks of Kim Jong Un.
by Jerome Betts
Vice-Chancellor, who rules today
My former seat of learning,
From what we’re told about your pay,
It’s now a seat of earning.
by Mae Scanlan
Chuck and Nancy and Don
Shared a White House dinner last night
To mull what is going on,
And endeavor to set things right.
Chuck and Donald and Nance
Said the meeting was quite instructive,
A true bipartisan chance
That wound up being productive.
Don and Nancy and Chuck
Spoke of DACA, The Wall, and tax;
The Dems said a deal was struck;
The Donald said “Not the facts.”
Nancy and Chuck and Don,
This trio is not fake news.
It called for Dom Perignon,
But the Donald does not drink booze.
by Orel Protopopescu
There’s no mountain of sheer profit
Shkreli’s not ashamed to scale.
If he’d pay five grand to own it
at the risk of going to jail,
maybe tabloids publish secrets
from the DNA of hair.
Or perhaps he longed to grab some
just because he knows it’s there.
by Chris O’Carroll
He railed that Irma was a hoax.
His fans are anti-science folks,
Who smoke the same great crack Rush smokes.
Do you suppose a few more tokes
Will help them see on whom the joke’s?
by David Hedges
“Had America not absorbed the sheer skeeviness of that decade, we wouldn’t be where we are today.”—Op-Ed, The New York Times, September 2017
It seems that skeeviness is now
A word that everyone should know;
The New York Times would not allow
A word to interrupt the flow
Its readers are accustomed to
When tapping into current news.
Did skeevy pass a peer review?
Was it intended to amuse?
If skeeviness means what I think,
It started in the reign of Ronald
When everything began to stink,
And culminated in The Donald.